A short while later, the two returned. Considering that all the profits from the leggings would be hers, Wen Jiaojiao proactively said:
"Brother, when your factory opens, I'll be in charge of operating the sewing machine and try to make more and sell more."
Wen Zhaoye walked to her side and said good-naturedly:
"That job is very tiring. You sit all day long, and it makes your back and legs tired."
"It's nothing." Wen Jiaojiao had never done that kind of work before. Seeing others using their feet and hands, she always felt it was so simple that she could do it too.
Wen Zhaoye had absolutely no hope that she would achieve sales targets by operating the sewing machine. He chuckled and said:
"Alright, I won't restrict your working hours anyway. If you're tired, just go home and rest."
"Who do you look down on? I start work at the same time as everyone else, and I leave work at the same time as everyone else. I'll strive to be the best employee next month."
The factory has only one "best employee" each month, usually chosen from those who are the fastest and produce the most and best products that month.
Wen Zhaoye, full of affection, decided to go easy on her and said, "Okay, I'll give you two Best Employee awards in the future, and I'll bring you one every month."
Wen Jiaojiao was momentarily speechless, glanced at him awkwardly, and said in a rather embarrassed tone:
"You can't cheat; you have to rely on your own true abilities."
Wen Zhaoye hooked his foot over to a nearby chair, sat down next to her, and began sorting through the various bills, saying:
"You're just doing this because of your real skills. You make me happy, so I can make money. That indirectly means that all the sales are generated by you."
Wen Jiaojiao noticed that the two men were looking at them, so she moved closer to Wen Zhaoye and lowered her voice, saying:
"Tone it down, people are watching."
Wen Zhaoye, completely unashamed, turned to look at the two of them and asked:
Did I say something wrong?
The two shook their heads in bewilderment. Wen Zhaoye turned back to Wen Jiaojiao with satisfaction and said:
"See, it shows that everyone agrees with what I said, so instead of just thinking about working hard, you should think of some ideas about me."
Wen Jiaojiao: "..."
You're the boss, do you think anyone would dare to say you're wrong?
Wen Zhaoye stared intently at the business partner's bill, not hearing her speak. Suddenly, a playful chuckle appeared on his lips. He brought his handsome face close to her ear and spoke in a voice only the two of them could hear:
"You can think of things to do tonight by thinking about me."
Wen Jiaojiao choked on her words, her face turning bright red:
Give me back my villain who blushed at the drop of a hat. Now, ever since we started talking, he's been openly flirting with me.
Wen Zhaoye looked at the bill seriously, but a smile was hidden in his eyes. Hearing that she remained silent, he said cryptically:
"Hmm? Do I have to think about it?"
Wen Jiaojiao glanced awkwardly at the other two clueless people, and lowered her voice to say:
There are still people here. You weren't like this before.
Wen Zhaoye looked up from the bill and onto her face, saying, "So you think I'm strong and you're weak? I'm showing it, but you're just pretending with me."
Wen Jiaojiao's face stiffened abruptly. Her heart, which had been softening all day, hardened to the point of being as hard as a diamond with just one sentence from him:
This idiot, if I'm too soft-hearted, I'll hang myself with noodles.
Wen Zhaoye calculated that he would probably be fully recovered in about a week, so he didn't press her to show any improvement.
His gaze fell on the bill again, and he said to Zhou Jinyan:
"Tell Zhou Jin that this Mr. Wang has been dragging his feet on paying for men's clothing lately; it's been three months since he last paid."
When he comes to pick up the goods again, let's urge him. If he continues to order goods on credit, we'll refuse, citing cash flow problems at the factory.
Song Zhu spoke up: "What if we push him too far and he refuses to pay? What if we get the goods from other factories?"
Wen Zhaoye calmly said:
"No, the goods he got were already negotiated to him based on the best available prices in the area, both in terms of quality and price. He's a businessman; he wouldn't get goods from other suppliers at high prices or from inferior goods at low prices just because of these factors."
Zhou Jinyan seemed to have thought of something and suddenly spoke up:
"I think I heard that this Mr. Wang is also planning to open a factory recently and is looking for partners."
Wen Zhaoye calmly calculated the accounts, analyzing without taking it to heart:
"He's been getting his goods from me all these years, so I know how profitable it is. Although he makes a lot of money from five or six shops, he's a gambler and has absolutely no money to open his own factory."
However, if you actually bring in partners to do it, and they source the goods from their own store, unless they can get factory prices, the cost might not be lower than sourcing directly from me.
But his partners also need to make money; they can't possibly give him factory prices and then work for nothing, so there's nothing to worry about.
Wen Jiaojiao listened to his logical analysis, her brows furrowing slightly.
This brain of yours is pretty good at doing business, why is it all "ah-ba-ah-ba" when it comes to me?
“However, everyone’s transforming now, how about we open a few stores specializing in women’s clothing from the factory and see what happens?” Wen Zhaoye’s eyes were thoughtful, and the more he thought about it, the more feasible it seemed. He said directly:
"Let Zhou Jin be in charge of finding venues, preferably in department stores. For women's clothing, we hope to mainly serve the higher-income class."
Wen Zhaoye has always been committed to building his own brand, but menswear doesn't have the same variety as womenswear.
Furthermore, because the factory is not large, customers with multiple branches all demand that the clothes be labeled with their store's name, so it's impossible for them to build their own brand.
Now, inspired, I think that opening stores everywhere and only selling clothing brands from my own factory is a good path.
Wen Jiaojiao tentatively spoke up:
"Are you planning to open a franchise store right now?" This doesn't quite match the timeline in the book.
"Franchise stores?" Wen Zhaoye seemed to have an idea: "Yes, we can use our women's clothing factory name and open chain stores everywhere. This will allow others to choose to franchise, and it will also save those people from always delaying payment after taking goods."
Wen Jiaojiao: "..." Fine, I guess I've given the wheels of history a push.
Wen Zhaoye thought about it more and more and felt that it was a good way. He was in a very good mood and said, "Jiaomei, stay with me a little longer. I'll go out to eat with you after I finish calculating these."
Wen Jiaojiao nodded. Bored, she casually opened a drawer, and suddenly…
Her eyes widened as she stared at the thick stacks of banknotes inside, then silently closed the drawer.
Wen Zhaoye is incredibly wealthy; he owns a villa, a regular house, two clothing factories, and a bicycle shop.
There's over 30,000 yuan in the savings account, and this drawer probably holds at least 10,000 yuan as well.
How come I can only earn 35 yuan a month when I go out? It's so frustrating to compare myself to others.
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